Before: "I LOVE fighting Laetitia," Charlize admits in prefight. "No other girl wants to beat me as badly as Casta does - you can see it in her eyes, smell it on her skin - she's obsessed with me. Turning her back, crushing her spirit time and time again - it's a sweet, sweet feel, let me tell you. Breaking her is the key to breaking Tech in stable wars - I'm going to win this thing outright as soon as I lay Laetitia down for good!"

Casta trying to remain calm, but inwardly seething - Theron's superiority like a cattle prod in the ribs to proud Corsican beauty. "I am every bit as good as Theron," Laetitia scowls, "every bit as good. I wish to batter her - punish her and bully her. Theron has looked past me for the last time: I will destroy her in this match!"

Theron in cream bikini, white gloves and boxing shoes with tassles - Casta in taupe kid-leather bikini, ring connections, taupe gloves, tan boxing moccasins with tassles.

During R1: Theron: right fist over her left breast, left swaying back and forth across her gut - she backhands jabs from her waist, loping easily to her left. Casta dukes up, scowling, knocking down Theron's jab with her right mitt and trying to shove her own jab into Charlize' mouth in quick receipts. Tactical, leggy stuff - Charlize controlling the ring, managing her distance very well - she's keeping Casta at bay, harnessing her in the first.

R2: Casta gambling, charging up the middle with free-swinging lefts and rights - she gets Charlize backpedalling hands low and clouts that Oscar winning face a tart right/left early! Theron momentarily dazzled, leaning into the ropes - she treats Laetitia to free ribs and tummy as Casta lowers her head, swings away like a lumberjack until breathless Theron clinching brings the ref in. Resume midring - Charlize backhanding out her jab from the waist, or pawing it from a raised position, smoothly bringing Casta to heel - 'Tish trying to fight her way through it, but this time Theron's ready. Third minute, Charlize pestering Laetitia the jab, distracting her - blonde able to lean in a tangy right straight off the shoulder, pushing Casta's chin in and unhinging her knees. Distraught look in Casta's eyes as she stumbles backward, pinwheeling her arms to ropes - she covers up just in time to soak a JOYOUS right uppercut thick to sternum. Vicious body shot shifts Casta up onto her toes, then she drops to all fours sobbing for breath. Theron lifting her mitts, straddling Casta majestically and roaring into the Krusher bench directly at ringside: every Krusher woman on her feet, shrieking and pumping fists like crazed high school cheerleaders. Dazed Laetitia reaches up and back with her right glove, shoving at Charlize' taut left buttock to move her away - Theron completely ignoring the palming until ref coaxes her away.

R3: Casta undettered - swinging away at Theron, backing her to ropes and maintaining a torrid pace. Charlize upright, back in the strands, hands up at her temples: Casta head lowered, arms rowing against Charlize' body in thick tanning right/left spanking patterns, then jamming away at the ears up top. Charlize grimacing, riding her left hand behind Laetitia's head and pulling her into clinches: Casta fighting her way free with elbows and shoulders, furiously writhing to keep her mitts working. Criss cross jug mug: Laetitia standing wide n' strong, pounding away straight from her shoulders to either Theron breast - Charlize' mouth pouts open in gurgling protest as her defences are shredded by the pulsing attack. Breathless Theron clinching down the stretch, legs shabby, she's cuddling up head and arm, pulling Casta into her for ref's breaks as 'Tish pounds away bell to bell.

R4: Retribution exacted - Charlize wading into Laetitia midring, reaching under her arms and walking her to ropes - big blonde beatdown administered in old-time middleweight fashion. Theron pressing in with palms on Casta's shoulders, constantly stacking and packing her brunette. Short, stuffing right hands tucked in rugged to squirming French breadbasket or plump mediterranean jugs. Charlize reaching down Casta's right flank to get shivering hooks off the hip and back: Casta leaning forward, soaking up bombs on her coastlines as Theron sends down thunder from on high. Queasy moments late as jerking Theron uppercuts shred French defences, sprawling Casta momentarily bewildered on the ropes. Charlize able to slap the mouthpiece off Laetitia's teeth with a clapping left hook/right cross combination, leaving Casta drooping, staring windblown at the bell. Krusher girls once again up off the bench, hooting and hollering encouragement as Theron struts back to her corner.

R5: Laetitia returns the favour! Seesawing slugfest goes Casta's way as she initiates and wins a series of brawling exchanges midring - Theron buffetted across her face and upperchest slides back, half-turning away from the heat. Casta pursues and CLOCKS Charlize a gorgeous, sweeping overhand right to left eye, spilling Theron to ropes on trembling stems. Raucous French punching as Laetitia storms blonde midsection with both fists - wide, roundhouse lefts and rights hauled in thick have Charlize breathless. Stooping Charlize wounded behind her mitts - Casta stands up in the stirrups, hoisting left/rights up into Theron's throbbing jugs, shrug-chugging the smithereens out of that rack! Sobbing clinch, Charlize - she's hanging off Laetitia's hips: Casta swinging away over the outstretched arms to bounce her mitts off Theron's hips and back at the bell.

R6: Fight taking on a groggy, last-woman-standing aspect: girls are flat footed, shifting uneasily clockwise, dukes up, lips parted. Charlize reaching across the gap, jabbing Casta in the teeth - Laetitia trying to return the favour, coming up short with a pawing stroke. Step and poke, Charlize - Theron regrouping behind her stick, patiently banging away on Casta's face. 'Tish having to gamble, timing Charlize' jab and hooking inside it CZJ style - Charlize fielding a few glancing blows on her jaw as she controls her foe in the sixth.

R7: Flatfooted beauties: ramshackle circling - Charlize dictating with her jab. Not a lot of head movement from the ice-queen: Laetitia's fired off a ton of ordinance tonight, she's tired, she's hurt, she's busting up - Theron staying on the face with heavy stick, leaning into the odd right cross, then coming back a strapping-fat left hook across Casta's trembling abs. Laetitia's head getting banged back and her reactions are slowing - late the round, Charlize puts together a tic-tac-toe jab, right cross, thick left hand in the body that cramps Casta up in shock, brings the Krusher girls roaring to their collective feet. Gorgeous, banging connects draw oohs and aahs from the audience - Laetitia's knees buckle, but she refuses the knockdown, straightening and backing away hurt at the bell.

R8: Charlize stalking her prey - jab making a mess of Casta's face, dictating terms - French beauty sullen, breaking down at the end of Charlize' punches. Minute mark, Casta slips the jab, answers back a biting little hook to chin and CHARLIZE IS HURT! Theron stamping for balance - Casta shifts right, draws her left in a wide arc across Charlize' chest and bashes her a right over Charlize raised left shoulder, catching Theron behind the ear. Charlize stunned, staggering forward - she catches another left hook on her eye, awkwardly turning her to her left as she's stumbling - she hits ropes in a jumble. RIGHT HAND 'TISH CASTA! Laetitia stepping-with and staking all on a looping wallop to skull - Theron drooping forward all limp and woozy. Casta grunting with effort, lifting mitts off her hips, stuffing them into blonde ribs, breasts, picking up the overhanging face. Casta stepping back - punching, punching, punching as Charlize wilts forward and THERON GOES DOWN! Charlize stooping forward, then sprawling to her face and it's OVER! Good Lord - KO8 Laetitia Casta over Charlize Theron!

After: Casta bursting into ecstatic tears: Charlize lips parted moist against the canvas, eyes peacefully closed as she sleeps it off - what an upset! TECH bench roars to it's feet, flooding the ring and practically tackling Laetitia into a convenient corner - mobbing her and petting at her like NCAA volleyball champs after the winning spike. Krusher corner staring in shock, quietly seated - devastating blow to morale to see Charlize not only beaten by Tish Casta, but laid out cold in the bargain. Theron brought around in stages - she's still groggy when Laetitia barges in, lifts deadweight blonde to her feet by her armpits and marches her across ring to loom over the Krusher bench. Casta bellowing, displaying a distraught, badly disoriented Charlize as a captive, cinched up about the waist in a strong French right arm. Laetitia drawing her thumb across her throat and shrieking epithets at awestruck Krusherettes - French beauty dealing untold psychological damage to the enemy stable with this devastating victory